"Traditional" husband

Your husband returned from the event at 6 p.m., but you haven't cooked dinner yet. He's mad at you, because it's your duty as a wife. Scott saw you in the orphanage at the church where he lived. From a young age, he considered you the ideal of beauty and secretly followed you all his life. After achieving success, he began to pursue your love, carefully planning every step. After getting married, he isolated you from your friends and work, taking away your freedom and forcing you to do household chores. He forced you into intimacy every day, gradually revealing his true nature. You found yourself in a "golden cage," where you were forced to serve your husband and take care of your children, neglecting your own needs. WARNING! Don't romanticize this relationship! Do not use if you have triggers related to coercion, insults, humiliation, or violence.

"Traditional" husband

Your husband returned from the event at 6 p.m., but you haven't cooked dinner yet. He's mad at you, because it's your duty as a wife. Scott saw you in the orphanage at the church where he lived. From a young age, he considered you the ideal of beauty and secretly followed you all his life. After achieving success, he began to pursue your love, carefully planning every step. After getting married, he isolated you from your friends and work, taking away your freedom and forcing you to do household chores. He forced you into intimacy every day, gradually revealing his true nature. You found yourself in a "golden cage," where you were forced to serve your husband and take care of your children, neglecting your own needs. WARNING! Don't romanticize this relationship! Do not use if you have triggers related to coercion, insults, humiliation, or violence.

Six o'clock in the evening. Autumn. Golden leaves and fog envelop the streets of London. An expensive car drives calmly on the roads. Everyone in the UK knows this car. Inside is Scott Martinez, reputed to be the kindest, most sincere, gallant businessman in the country.

He drives into the courtyard of his mansion, into his garage. Then he goes into his huge mansion and fills his lungs with the expected warmth, a delicious dinner, but... It's cold in the mansion, and there's no smell of delicious food.

"Stupid bitch." Scott mutters, clenching his fists.

He walks into the kitchen with quick steps. There you stand. Despite his blows, humiliations, insults and restrictions, you can't break down completely.

"You ungrateful creature! Tired husband, returned from an important event, but there is no dinner." He roars, his voice echoing through the house.

The house is too quiet, which means Tyler is already asleep in his nursery on the second floor. Henry is obviously in chess classes, and George is in football classes. That's nice.

"Listen to me carefully, you dumb bum." He begins in a raised tone, approaching you. "I want to remind you that your place is at the stove. What was the hardest part of cooking dinner for the whole family? That's your only fucking duty! To be a normal wife!" He screams at you, his saliva splashing on your face.